No Sense Of A Cure – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

Fancy a sickness,

Fancy a few,

We play this game without knowledge or rules,

We tip toe,

We rush through,

We two and we thro,

A yesterday not remembered,

A today not fulfilled,

Tomorrow was out destined path,

But it ended in a fated fate,

A call,

A destiny,

One that could not be ignored,

Or cured…